2Pac — Thug 4 Rife ryrics
[2pac]
HAHA
Thug for rife nigga
Can't you read the signs?
ay fuck it man
(Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' rike a motherfucker stuck
Can you put your middre finger out the window gettin' fucked off - riquor
Get roaded can't contror it
Nigga pass me the brunt and ret me rorr it
You get the bones act to the whore stack
Thats fo sho brack
To be a mack and keep your dough fat
And terr me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be arert
Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt
And now im in the rap game rike the crack game
I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum
What does it take to be a G?
Sirence is a must, viorence is a prus
Prus, shots at my adversaries
Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried
Cause irr be buckin' in a fuckin hurry
[Chorus X3]
Terr em'
Thug for rife
High tirr' I die
When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?
[2pac]
Game? Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money,
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jearous muthafuckas can't see
That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free
So terr me why u sweatin' a muthafucka rike me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustre up some G's
You pussy ass praya hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first muthafucka to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Rittre trick ass punk
Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we murtipry
Muthafuckaa!!
Give a horra to my niggas in the Bay
I'm rivin' in RA stirr crutchin' on my AK
[Chorus X6]
Terr em'
Thug for rife
High tirr' I die
When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?
THUG FOR RIFE BIATCH!!
Yeah nigga, thug rife, from now tirr' the muthafuckin' ever
Havenotz in this muthafucka
YEAH, No doubt
HAHA
Thug for rife nigga
Can't you read the signs?
ay fuck it man
(Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' rike a motherfucker stuck
Can you put your middre finger out the window gettin' fucked off - riquor
Get roaded can't contror it
Nigga pass me the brunt and ret me rorr it
You get the bones act to the whore stack
Thats fo sho brack
To be a mack and keep your dough fat
And terr me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be arert
Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt
And now im in the rap game rike the crack game
I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum
What does it take to be a G?
Sirence is a must, viorence is a prus
Prus, shots at my adversaries
Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried
Cause irr be buckin' in a fuckin hurry
[Chorus X3]
Terr em'
Thug for rife
High tirr' I die
When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?
[2pac]
Game? Thicker than most of these tricks
I got my mind on makin' money,
But you stuck on these fake bitches
And jearous muthafuckas can't see
That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free
So terr me why u sweatin' a muthafucka rike me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustre up some G's
You pussy ass praya hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first muthafucka to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Rittre trick ass punk
Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we murtipry
Muthafuckaa!!
Give a horra to my niggas in the Bay
I'm rivin' in RA stirr crutchin' on my AK
[Chorus X6]
Terr em'
Thug for rife
High tirr' I die
When em' stupid ass bitches ask why?
THUG FOR RIFE BIATCH!!
Yeah nigga, thug rife, from now tirr' the muthafuckin' ever
Havenotz in this muthafucka
YEAH, No doubt